Chapter 792 - I Want a Daughter Too
What?
What was he saying?
She had given birth to Little Lemon with Fu Qinglun?
Even the thought was ludicrous, Tang Mo’er couldn’t even stand imagining the scene in her head, she stretched her hand out, tucking her wavy hair behind her ears while she gave a faint smile. “President Gu, I’m happy that King-back is able to work with C.T but we’re business partners at most. I’m not comfortable revealing my personal matters to President Gu.”
Gu Mohan gave her a smirk once he heard that. “Since Miss Tang is not comfortable with telling me that, I’ll have to go look for Fu Qinglun then. I’ll just tell him that Lin Shiyu has given birth to Little Lemon.”
“…”
This man! He definitely did everything on purpose. He had already figured out that Little Lemon was Lin Shiyu and Fu Qinglun’s child.
His words were straight to the point, yet overbearing at the same time.
Tang Mo’er’s heart thumped, she knitted her brows and replied, “No, why should I?”
She then mustered up all of her strength and tried to retract her wrist.
But it was to no avail, Gu Mohan had already pulled her into his embrace and had no intention of letting go. “Tang Mo’er, I want you to give birth to my daughter. You have to be the one.”
“…”
I’m not a hen!
“President Gu, let go of me!” Tang Mo’er began to struggle, her hands on his chest as she tried to push him away.
Gu Mohan’s hand moved downwards, arriving at her slim waist and he clutched it, forcing her to stay still in his arms. He then lowered his head to look at her beautiful face, crinkling his eyes into a smile. “You were flirting with Huo Beichen earlier and I haven’t dealt with you regarding that yet, how dare you provoke me further?”
Why was he so close? Her delicate body was in his arms and once she moved around, their bodies were in contact and it was far too intimate.
Tang Mo’er’s face flushed. “President Gu, your best friend was the one who was making things difficult for me, he even tried to push me down from such a high place. Why aren’t you dealing with him instead? You take me as a pushover?”
Gu Mohan knew that Huo Beichen had feelings for her.
This woman is constantly eyed by many men.
It was painful.
It made his head hurt.
Gu Mohan could feel his head hurting again, it was a sign that his split personality was coming out.
Sh*t! His Dissociative Identity Disorder was going to act up again.
He bent over, kissing her on the lips.
Why was he kissing her again?
Tang Mo’er’s pupils dilated, her hands balling into fists and she started hitting him. “Mmm… Gu Mohan, let gー!”
Gu Mohan continued kissing her lips, as though her lips were the only painkiller that could help him forget about his headache. He wanted to push his tongue inside her mouth but she refused, gritting her teeth tightly.
She didn’t want to let him kiss her!
Gu Mohan’s face turned somber, he opened his mouth, biting on the corner of her lips.
Hiss, it hurt!
He really bit her, resulting in a wound.
“Mmm!” She started to use all limbs to fight him off.
The woman’s resistance had invoked the man’s split personality. He clutched her slim waist, wanting to just crush her bones.
The pain was getting even more unbearable, Tang Mo’er could no longer breathe properly. The man seemed to have changed into another person.
Suddenly he became cold, violent.
She started to struggle even more, but it was all of no use. There was no way she could ever push him away.
What should I do?
Who’s going to save me?
A small hand suddenly appeared, clutching Gu Mohan’s muscular arm.
Gu Mohan’s entire countenance darkened, his lips separated from Tang Mo’er’s and he grabbed the person’s hand, twisting it so hard he was almost going to break it.
But the small hand was agile and got out of his grip, striking his chest with one forceful move. Gu Mohan took two steps after suffering the sudden attack.
His eyes reddened and his aura turned dangerous, he wanted to fight back right away.
But he suddenly heard a soft, tender voice. “Brother.”
Brother?
Gu Mohan was stunned, his bloodshot eyes instantly sobered up and he lifted his eyes.
It was An’an.
An’an was standing in front of Tang Mo’er, her arm raised in a protective stance.